Heck of a tagline!
Dreadful crisis here today. Bill had a big presentation at school for which he had bought a suit (!) first-price, too, not secondhand, *and* alterations from Anh’s tailor shop. So as I was driving out with my six campers/workers, Pat says, “There’s a flat tire on the new car.” “Huh?” “The Avalon has a flat tire.” Well, FReep, back we go, and sure enough, a flat.
So I went in the house and said, “Bill, you have a flat tire.” “Why is it flat?” the clever youth responds. “What difference does it make?” So we called DP, and he was able to come back and take Bill to school, and bring him back, and take him to work, and get the flat fixed, and get supper underway. (I was planning leftovers.)
Good thing the little boys were alert.
I REALLY want a greasy cheeseburger, some curly fries, and a really REALLY cold beer!
Bill? Asking “Why?” Why am I not surprised?
Thank Heaven for logical minds...(Der Prinz!)
And at this point, I am going to bed.
Bill now owes Pat a life-dept. (Harry Potter lingo)
He also owes DP, but DP has written that off even before it was earned.
Best not accumulate too many to Pat, though. It's never a good investment when dealing with people who can remember things.